Your etiquette, your rules of interaction, what are you waiting for?
Nobody's home, we're all out, we're trying to find one, what are we waiting for?

The recipe, a clear connection
The time, the time, the time, the time, the time, the direction
We just want, we don't know

This one wants the art, this one wants the politic, well, everybody wants their own damn station
If we're so fine, maybe you can tell me why no one counts until they're dead
I I asked you a question, I just want, I don't know

The imperfections are here to find, if your position is so unkind, everything is not alright
And since we live in present tense, the only hope of making sense, all depends on the source of light

Well, everything is
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So come on
So come on
So come on